the five pursuits

A clack. Clatter, and thwack. "You've died, Gruki" A step back, and Master Hawken let the squire stand. "Quicker than usual, but, let us try again," he raised the practice sword once more. Other squires stood around watching wide eyed and short of breath. It was not every day a Master...

Stride kept at a steady clip, Helena's fine white cloak trailed behind her, the red-gold shimmer of the damask patterns of wolves and stags and great trees traced by the rays of golden sun that poured through the thick canopy above them. "I've heard of you, Squire Huxley," Helena said with a...